Shadowed Morning

In the half light

Of a veiled sunrise,

Trees bow and sway

With anticipation. 




The eastern horizon

Bruised and mouldering

Prepares the cloud bank -

Nimbus - dark and laden. 




At bus shelters and train stations

Young women fight to control summer skirts

And young men pretend not to notice,

While trying to keep their hairstyles in place. 




The mood is grey

The threat of rain is real

We retreat within ourselves -

While the flowers remain bright yellow.

golden flowers shine

unapologetically 

through my somber times